You Are Now My Property – Part 34

He had asked Ted to leave Jamal bound tightly to the bars of his cell, and the lawyer had done so. Several hours after the others left, Bob showed up. He told Jamal he had something interesting for the boy to try. The terror was evident in the kid’s eyes when Bob pulled a stool in front him and opened his medical bag. Jamal began to shake. The doctor had only visited him a few times, but they had been memorable visits, and Jamal knew what kind of session he was in for. Bob worked Jamal’s prostate and stroked his dick until he’d elicited a raging hard‑on. He tied a leather thong tightly around the base so the boy wouldn’t go soft during the preparations. Bob marveled at the organ in his hands. The boy’s cock was truly spectacular‑‑ deep chocolate brown, almost 11 inches long and 7 around (longer and thicker than Roy’s, even), covered with thick veins. He had big balls that hung low in his large scrotum; his foreskin (like Jose’s when he’d first been captured) barely covered his cockhead when he was fully hard, and the cherry‑pink tip often poked out slightly.

Bob started stroking Jamal’s horse cock, sliding the foreskin back and forth slowly. The boy moaned, and Bob picked up the pace a little. He brought Jamal close to orgasm, then stopped. He began pulling and tugging on the foreskin, lightly at first, then harder and harder. Jamal began screaming as his foreskin was stretched further and further. When the skin was nice and pliable, Bob pulled out his trusty surgical needle and sutures, and sewed the foreskin closed over the pink cock head. Jamal howled in pain with every stitch. When he was done, Bob wiped away the drops of blood and cleaned the area. He then went over to Ted’s array of torture devices and selected the vacuum pump he’d given the lawyer for Christmas. Bob was humming softly as he selected the largest tube and packed Jamal’s balls and sewn‑up cock into it. As he turned it on and watched the pump work its magic on the kid’s tortured genitals, Bob took special notice of how the expanding cock and vacuum action further inflated the foreskin. He couldn’t help smiling as he thought of Michael Jordan saying “Ballpark Franks… they plump when you cook ‘em.” Bob chuckled to himself and thought about all the fun he and Jamal would have for the next seven days.

In the hopes that they’d come across a worthy victim, Roy purposely wore his uniform pants and boots on the drive to Georgia, though without the gun belt, and with only a t‑shirt on. He didn’t look like a cop from the waist up, so nobody would remember the pants and boots. However, he kept the gun belt and his police jacket in the car. In a moment’s notice he’d be able to strap on the belt and put his jacket on over the t‑shirt, and he’d look like a cop. The men took Roy’s car, since it was the same model as many unmarked police cars, and Roy had a siren hooked up and a flashing light that he could mount on the roof. If they came across anyone he wanted, Roy would be able to pull the guy over and have him secured before he even realized Roy wasn’t a real Georgia cop. Roy hoped they’d find an attractive blond kid traveling alone; he had a thing for that type.

Mike had a very particular image in mind when he thought about the kind of slave he wanted. He didn’t want a boy like Bob and Ted had (though he certainly thought they made wonderful slaves). Mike wanted a real man… a big, burly macho guy like himself that he could break entirely and strip of all will and pride. He liked dark, hairy Mediterranean types, and ideally would’ve loved a macho Italian from New York or New Jersey. He knew he’d find one in backwoods Georgia?

The three men had stopped at a roadside diner about sixty miles from the cabin. The place was packed with people of all ages, and Roy looked around hopefully. Sadly, nobody fit the bill. The men ordered their food and were just finishing up when a commotion started at a nearby table. Some big‑mouthed guy with a NEW YAWK accent was giving it to the waitress about a mistake in his order. He was being a real asshole about it, too, going on and on in a loud voice about how stupid southerners were. It was not a smart thing to do in a diner full of Georgians. It was an even dumber thing to do in a diner where Mike was eating. Mike was filled with southern pride, and particularly hated the condescending way northerners thought all southerners were stupid rednecks. When Mike looked over and saw a handsome olive‑skinned man with a semi‑pro football player’s build, he knew he’d found his victim.

The three men finished quickly and headed out to the parking lot. There was only one car with New York plates. They’d heard the guy yell he was in a hurry to get going on his way back home, so they knew the direction he’d be heading. Roy put on his gun belt and jacket, and they pulled out of the lot and hid the car behind some bushes on a deserted stretch of road about a quarter of a mile away. Sure enough, the loudmouth’s car zoomed past about 10 minutes later, obviously well over the speed limit. Roy put the flashing light on the roof of the car, turned on the siren, and pulled the guy over. It took less than 2 minutes for the three men to cuff and gag the guy, and throw him into the trunk of Roy’s car. His car was still running when the cops found it abandoned there a little while later.

Roy turned his car around and headed south. Forget about a week in the cabin, Mike wanted to get his prize home right away! Roy couldn’t blame him, but silently wondered if he’d ever get the chance to find a slave of his own. Oh well, at least it would be fun helping Mike break this one.

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Saturday was my birthday, and even though it wasn't Dad's week to have me," I begged my mom to let me go. There was nothing I wanted more than to spend" my birthday with Dad and Adam. They were planning a party for me. "Jaden, I really don't understand why you want to spend so much time with" your father and Adam," my mother complained. "I'm worried that they're" starting to be a bad influence on you." "But Mom, I love Dad, and I love Adam too. I want to be a good son and" brother. What's wrong with that?" "Nothing's wrong with that if you want to end up working in the warehouse" of a furniture factory like your father, or a high-school dropout like your" brother." After a lot of pleading, I eventually convinced my mother to let me go. Dad was busy that Friday, so Adam picked me up from school. I put my" backpack in the trunk and got into passenger seat. Unlike Dad, Adam let me" ride shotgun. He also didn't make me take my clothes off until we were much" closer to home. Adam asked me if I was thirsty. "Yeah, a little." "Drink this." Adam handed me a water bottle filled with piss. Eagerly I" took the cap off and took a swig. It was tart and refreshing. "Thanks, Adam. You know I love your piss." "It's not mine." "Is it Dad's?" "No, it's my friend Cory's. I told him I needed to take a drug test and" asked him to fill the bottle for me. I thought you might like to try" different flavors once in a while." "Gee, thanks. Any chance of drinking it straight from his cock? It's really" tasty." "Nah. He'd think it was too weird. Oh, by the way, happy birthday, Jaden."" Adam handed me a small package. "Ooh, thanks!" I opened it up. It was a dog collar with a little metal tag" with JADEN engraved on it. "I love it!" I put the collar on. "Does this" mean I'm your bitch now?" "You were always my bitch. You're Dad's bitch, too. Only now it's" official." "So if I'm your bitch," I said, thinking aloud, "That means I can eat all" my food out of a dog bowl on the floor." "And?" "And," I smiled happily at the thought of it, "if I'm a bitch, I can't" drink your soda out of the fridge anymore." "That's right. You'll have to drink either water or piss out of a dish" too." "That's not exactly what I was thinking, Adam." "What were you thinking, Jaden?" "Well, if I'm really a bitch," I was enjoying using the word `bitch', "if" I'm really a bitch you don't even need to put water down for me. I'll just" drink out of the toilet bowl." "You really are a smart boy, Jaden!" Adam said, patting me on the head. "I" didn't even think of that!" The bottle full of Cory's piss was really salty, and soon I was thirsty" again. I told Adam, hoping he'd have some piss for me. Instead, he pulled" into the first service station we saw. Then he went inside and asked the" attendant for the key to the rest room. "Okay, Jaden," Adam said, "remember what you told me. If you're really" thirsty, you know what you have to do." "But Adam!" I protested. "I only meant I'd drink from YOUR toilet! I'm not" drinking out of that nasty gas station toilet!" "You do it, Jaden, or I'll turn this car right around and drop you off back" at Mom's." "Oh, okay, I'll do it." Adam led me into the disgusting gas station men's room. He unlocked the" door and walked me in. The rest room smelled like it hadn't been cleaned in" years. I gazed at all the drawings of spurting cocks carved into the walls" and started to get horny. "Get on your knees and drink, Jaden." I got on my knees in front of the toilet bowl, which was cracked and" stained and had little pieces of dried shit crusted around the rim. I felt" a little sick. Doing this kind of stuff in my dad's house was one thing," but doing it in a public restroom was another thing altogether. Thousands" of men had used that toilet, and the whole thing disgusted me. I could see" my own face grimacing as I peered into the toilet bowl. "C'mon, Jaden, we aint got all day!" With that, Adam thrust my face into" the water. I had no choice but to lap it up like a dog. I lapped up the" water until I wasn't thirsty anymore. Then I told Adam I was done. "Aren't you gonna thank me for getting you something to drink?" "Thanks Adam, you're an awesome brother!" "Now take off your clothes." "Here? Now?" "Yes, Jaden. You know I can't let you wear your clothes when you're with me" and Dad. Keep your dog collar on, though." I sat on the toilet seat and began taking my sneakers and socks off. I" couldn't believe my brother was doing this to me. I handed each item of" clothing to my brother as I removed it. Soon I was standing naked in the" gas station men's room and my brother had all my clothing in his hands. "I'll be in the car, Jaden. Come out whenever you're ready." "But what if someone sees me?" "That's your problem, not mine. There's not a lot of people around. I'm" sure if you're careful you can make it to the car without anyone seeing" you. I'm going to return this key now." Then he walked out the door. I opened the restroom door a crack, peering through to see if it was safe" to walk out to the car. Adam wasn't parked too far away, and I could do it" without being seen, but there was a station wagon at the gas pump. The man" was pumping gas and his family was milling around the car, eating candy and" drinking soda they bought from inside the gas station. Go away, I thought to myself, go away. The family seemed to take forever to" leave. I waited and waited. Adam started to honk the horn. Another car was" pulling in. I decided to take a chance and make a run for it. As I bolted" out the door I ran right into a man who was carrying the rest room key and" the wooden block it was attached to. "What the fuck?" "P-p-practical joke," I stuttered. "My brother was playing a joke on" me. He's a real asshole." Adam honked the horn again. I bolted and ran for the car, hopping into the" front seat. I didn't say anything to Adam as we drove to Dad's house. Of course, it was" hard to talk with Adam's cock in my mouth. He made it clear to me that he" wanted my mouth on his cock for the rest of the drive. When we got home Dad showed me the guest list for my birthday party. On the" list were eight of my dad's drinking buddies and co-workers from the" furniture factory, and four of my brother's friends from his high" school. None of my friends were invited. I fell into my regular role of cooking dinner for Dad and Adam, bringing" them beers, rubbing their feet and sucking their cocks for them. I also" fell into my new role of being Adam's bitch. I wasn't always in the role of a dog. The only doggy things I really did" were eating my food from my bowl, (usually canned stuff like like beef stew" that looked like dog food, Adam would just open the can and dump it into my" bowl) drinking out of the toilet and having Adam take me for walks when I" needed to relieve myself. The rest of their time I could stand up and walk" around to do my chores, like cooking, cleaning, doing the laundry, waiting" on Dad and Adam, and sucking their cocks and drinking their piss whenever" they told me to. I still did sleep in my cage, though. I had a nice pile" of dirty underwear, socks and sweaty t-shirts to sleep on. Dad bought a lot of beer for my party. I was such a happy boy as I prepared" the food and snacks for the party. Adam had bought a little kiddie pool and" put it in the middle of the living room. He also picked up a few blank" tapes for his camcorder. I was happy to know he'd be taping the festivities" for me. I sat attentively in the kiddie pool as the guests started to arrive. Even" though it was my birthday party, the guests pretty much ignored me until" they needed to relieve their bladders. They drank beer, chatted, watched" the baseball game on TV and nibbled on the snacks I had prepared for them. Whenever a guest arrived, my dad encouraged him to help himself to the beer" and snacks, and then he would point to me sitting in the kiddie pool and" say, "and there's the urinal if you need to use him, if you wanna bust a" nut he'll take care of that for ya, too." I'd smile and wave to the guy. I had already serviced most of the men there before, and the newcomers knew" the deal. My dad's friends from the furniture warehouse were big men," mostly Italian, Polish and Puerto Rican. I loved the Puerto Rican cocks" especially; they were big and fat and uncut. I thanked each guy after receiving his piss. Some guys put their cocks in" my mouth and let loose, some guys liked to spray my face with it. One man" that I had never seen before was already ready for a blowjob. "So you're Claude's little cock whore," the man said as I unzipped his" pants. I was offended. "I'm not a whore. Whores do it for money," I informed the" man. "I do it cuz I love it." "You gonna show me how much you love the cock, then?" "That's right, sir." "You swallow, boy?" "Always." The man's dick tasted funny. It wasn't that it was dirty or pissy or" cheesy, I would have liked that. It just tasted, well, funny. Most cocks" taste kind of similar, but everyone's a little different. I didn't like the" way this guy's cock tasted, but since my Dad had worked so hard to plan" this party for me I wasn't going to ruin it by complaining. I forced myself" to get over his bad tasting cock and soon I began to enjoy it. He finished" by jerking himself off into my mouth. I sucked all twelve guys that night, some of them multiple times, plus my" dad and Adam. Adam spent most of the night filming me as I serviced those" cocks. I tasted a lot of cum that night. I definitely had my preferences. Adam's" friend Cole had the best tasting cum, and one of the Italian guys had the" worst. It was so bitter and acrid it was a chore to swallow it down. I saw Dad coming back from the kitchen with a beer. "Quick, Dad, come over" here!" I called to him. "Wassa matter, Jaden?" "Lemme drink your piss, Dad. Your friend Louie just came in my mouth and it" tastes awful! I need something to wash it down with!" "Sorry, kid. You already drank all the piss I have. I'll ask Cole. I think" he might have to take a leak." "Thanks, Dad!" In a few minutes Cole came back over to me. "Hey Jade, I hear you're" thirsty!" he laughed. "Yeah, Cole, give it to me, please!" I eagerly began to unzip his fly. I" couldn't wait to get rid of the bitter taste in my mouth. I was relieved" when Cole began filling my mouth with his piss, which was pretty mild" because he had been drinking a lot of beer. When he was finished I began" licking his balls. "If you want I can suck you off again," I said, nuzzling" the hair on his balls. "You know, kid, you're really wild! I already gave you a load today! I wish" I had a brother like you!" "Don't tell Adam, but your cum tastes even better than his! Even better" than Dad's!" "Thanks, I guess. I'll save up for the next time you're over here." All in all, I swallowed sixteen loads of cum, and drank quarts of" piss. When I would have to piss, I would piss on myself in the kiddie" pool. I was a real mess at the end. When the party was over Dad let me" towel myself off with a dirty rag, then I went to sleep in my cage. It was" the best birthday party ever. On Sunday afternoon, Adam got me ready to go home by taking me outside and" hosing me down. He let me use one of his cum-stained towels (yes, he did" have to jerk himself off during the week when I wasn't there to service" him) to dry off. "Okay Jaden, get in the car," Dad told me. I turned to Adam. "Where did you put my clothes?" I asked him. "Huh?" "Adam, where are my clothes? I need my clothes to go back home." "Oh, I threw `em all in the garbage can at the gas station. Didn't feel" like carrying them all the way to the car." "You what?" "Well, you didn't need them, did you?" "What am I gonna tell Mom? You threw away my new sneakers, too!" "I dunno. Tell her you fell in the mud or something." "Adam, find something that Jaden can wear so we can dump him off at his" mother's house" my Dad instructed, getting impatient. Adam went into the house and came out with his old Boy Scout uniform. "Here" ya go," he said. "Thanks, Adam. But what am I going to put on my feet?" Adam went back into the house and came out with his old pair of totally" trashed Airwalks. "Probably won't fit, but you can borrow `em." I picked up one of Adam's sneakers and stuck my nose inside. It smelled" kind of mushroomy. I liked mushrooms. I stuck my nose in deeper. The smell" of my brother's stinky sneakers gave me an instant hard-on. I was in" heaven. I knew I'd enjoy jacking off while sniffing them when I got home. "What do you say, Jaden?" Adam asked. "Thank you, Adam." "And?" "I love you, Adam. You're the best brother ever." My mom was very happy when she saw me. "You joined the Boy Scouts! That's" wonderful!" "Yeah, it was Adam's idea. He even let me wear his old uniform!" "That was really nice of your brother. You should do something special for" him sometime, too." “Oh, I will, Mom. I definitely will!”

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